I was seriously looking forward to leaving the apartment that morning. I can't believe it. It was a complete shock to me that he really knew where I lived. I really didn't want a repeat of last night. I winced at the memory and placed my hand on my cheek, reliving the events of last night.

It was as if he was still there, still tracing that smile on my face, still saying those words with a tone of insanity. "Might I suggest.......a little smile?" I shuddered at the memory and left the apartment. My paranoia from yesterday didn't disappear, especially now where he could actually be following me, day and night. I was inside the school building, and I was a bit surprised at how happy everybody was. Then I remembered it was Friday. HAHA TGIF RIGHT? Wrong. I wasn't looking forward to the weekend at all. Why? My mother works on weekends. And the worst part? I won't be alone. He'll be right there, watching me. Watching.

Tara looked confused at my ever-present fear. "Look, girl, I'm sorry, and I know that you're afraid, but really? He's probably forgotten all about you already. Loosen up, c'mon." I looked up at her, with a mixture of sadness and confusion. Then I remembered that she knew nothing of what he said to me that night.

I sighed. "Tara, I've got to tell you something."

She looked back at me. "Shoot."

"H-he.......I saw him again."

She gasped. "When? How? Where?"

Tears threatened to spill from my eyes. "L-last night. He was there, Tara, he was watching me."

She only stared at me. "O-oh my god! A-and you'll be at that place alone for the weekend."

I glanced at her. "Maybe I could come to your place?" I asked hopefully.

"Damn, I forgot to tell you. I.....I'll be leaving to L.A. today for the exchange student program."

"You WHAT?" I nearly shouted, then nearly fell back. My only friend.....off to Los Angeles? But...She can't! I tried to manage a smile since she had dreamed of going to L.A. since she was a kid. "That's....great. Have fun!"

She sighed. "Look, I'm really sorry that I didn't tell you. I'll write to you every day if it'll help!" Yeah...writing won't really protect me from an insane person, will it? "How long will you be gone?"

"A month." A month. A month. A month without my best friend. I repeated that in my head until the bell rang. We got to our senses and quickly ran to Chemistry class.

I came home to the smell of my mom cooking.

"Hey, dear!" She called to me from the kitchen.

I ran to her and hugged her, then looked at her. "I thought you were supposed to be at work!"

She sighed. "Look, I got a day off today since I have to work a weekend shift. Louise called in saying she was sick, so I jumped in for her." Alone? I'll be spending the whole weekend alone? What? No. This can't be happening. I walked into my room and threw myself on my bed, sobbing. I sat up and looked to my window, then a wave of rage filled me.

"I guess you're happy about this, aren't you?" I spat at my window, and who might possibly be behind it. No reply. I walked to my desk, did my homework, then decided to listen to a little music. Before I put on my headphones, I suddenly heard a dark chuckle from my window.